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 Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 5:11 pm
Melvin had his phone in his pocket and a ridiculous fire axe in one hand. Ridiculous in that he even bothered to consider taking an axe, and even worse that he was going along with it down the path to the towns. It was one he went on when he fixed things – when he brought a heavy container of runic stones to America or cleaning supplies or power tools to help fix a room, sweep a shed, or trying to patch up some fixture in one of the many buildings still needing help.
But he was pissed. It wasn't unnatural for him to be pissed, and Rep did have the habit of getting under his skin, but it was an unusual sort of pissed off he was dealing with. One where he wanted to break something. It felt juvenile, even he could admit that, because he hadn't had such a sensation since he had been a teenager and wanted to punch in James T. Dockland's face for calling him a 'pansy a** f*****t' in front of Denice Hendricks. It had been back when he hadn't figured out how to deal with the creatures around him and when a noise got too strong or a shape too distinct around him, he still stopped and would tell people not to go this way or that because 'something was there." It was enough for people to know what he was talking about, and it was enough for people to give him looks.
And that's when sanity and his own masculinity was questioned. He was nuts. He was stupid. He was being a little b***h. He was begging for attention. Attention wasn't what he wanted, and if anything, if he knew of a way to warn someone else not to go somewhere he felt was potentially dangerous, he could have used that tactic than having to put the spotlight on himself and say it out loud.
But he had to, and then he was teased, and then the people he trusted as his friends would turn around and rip apart any semblance of loyalty and empathy and place him outside of the group.
And he wanted to punch James Dockland, a friend he grew up with in the neighborhood, just as much as he wanted to punch William, a man he grew friends with when he first woke up on the island. A person he trusted and had been open with, who ultimately turned around and showed he would turn on him and, as Melvin remembered from the contamination fight with Jordan – would leave him if given the order.
And that's why he was stepping back in the years and doing something he wouldn't usually do. No sleep probably helped, as he had been spending his time pouring over books or frantically asking a few people what they knew about doors, or trying to send texts to a phone who's account had been turned off months ago. Maybe it was sleeping on a cot in the greenhouse for those months that weren't helping either, or that between it all – he just found himself again.
Walking alone on a path.
But this time with an axe in hand coming upon the bar that he helped build with Rep. He knew it wasn't going to affect anyone really, but Rep was gone, which allowed him a sort of liberty in safety destroying something without being punished.
The bracelet slipped a bit down on his wrist as he heaved up the axe, not knowing how to properly wield one and feeling like he had misplaced his own weapon and was making due with a shotty replacement.
Pansy a** f*****t. he could hear Dockland cackle as he stood in the alleyway before Melvin, frustrated at not knowing what to do with himself, and personally hurt by a friend who hadn't been on his side to believe at what he pointed at, launched himself and started punching his friend.
He threw the axe door at the personally-picked Ikea door. Another piece assembled from someone without a budget to make something of a shitty situation – a shitty place – a place that just overall sucked and he wanted nothing more to do with.
At this point, he really hoped there was a door. Not only to find her, but just…but just to GO. Go somewhere. Somewhere better. Somewhere he didn't have to deal with it.
He threw the axe down a again, and he felt the wood splinter and crack before he pulled the axe back out with a yank, stumbling a bit back before he heaved the blade up over his shoulder and threw it down again.
He made a very unimpressive fireman, and he was sure a certain hunter on the island would be scowling at his technique.
Quote: ORP for defenders of bar from twitter.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 5:32 pm
"NOOOOOO!!" Came a loud and desperate plea from the road. Dylon ran up to Melvin, trying to grab his swinging arm. "Th-....thi think of... of.." He huffed, trying to catch his breath. "Of the ladies!" He gasped, panting and hunching over. "There are greater forces at work here!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 5:48 pm
He heard someone shout out of nowhere, giving him a near heart-attack from the howl from the dark. In an instant, someone was hanging off his arms, and Melvin was trying to throw his weight forward to bring the axe back down again.
"I....already....have a lady!" He gritted through his teeth, trying to heave the axe ( and Dylon) at the door.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 5:56 pm
Dylon tried to hold Melvin back as much as he could, using both arms to hold Melvin's axe arm in a firm hold. "It doesn't matter! This messed up, man. Breaking down the door to a public place is something a dirtbag would do. It's like wrecking hotel rooms, or public bathrooms. It doesn't help anyone!" "Come on, man. Let it go."
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 5:59 pm
"Yes it does matter! He's an a*****e and a liar and he's not here to hit so..." He tried to swing but was tugged back again by Dylon's weight. "...I'm going to break this door."
He turned and tried using the bunt end of the axe to shove Dylon away from him. "******** OFF!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:04 pm
Dylon yelped as he was nearly struck in the head by the blunt end of the axe's handle. "Cool it, man!" He pleaded, digging his feet into the ground. "So what if he's a d**k? Even I admit Rep is an a**, and he deserves a lot of nasty s**t. But this won't do anything, okay?" He wasn't sure why a door was so important. But it was. Getting things fixed on the island was usually a Moon's responsibility. Maybe all those hours toiling and fixing damaged property as a Moon made him feel for the guy. "Axe a training dummy with his face. Something, anything. Don't do any more damage to the poor door. It's such a nice door!" Where was his backup!?
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:17 pm
"No! I'm axing the door cause it's his door. A dummy won't piss him off. I don't want to just hit something. I want to hit the door." It made a lot more sense in his head, but axing doors and explaining were hard things to do at the same time.
But he tried all the same.
"It's a stupid door to a a*****e who is a two-faced p***k who goes making fake a** plaques to people he doesn't believe in and holds weddings in THIS - SAME - PLACE.." To which he pointed three times at the door to the bar. "...and never believed in what he was saying like - just for show to make himself look better." He had put a plaque in the bar with Rin's name saying he had it up for her, because he believed with Melvin she would return. Rep saved a seat for Rin at his wedding held at the very same bar. He had made plenty of gestures that said that he was on Melvin's side, but the one moment he was tested on this, Rep showed he never meant a lick of it.
Melvin turned and made for another swing of the axe at the door.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:32 pm
"Don't piss him off! You always piss him off! That's a bad idea! Bad!" Dylon huffed, trying desperately to keep Melvin from attacking the door. More than that, he was trying to keep from getting hit with the axe. He liked not bleeding. He wasn't sure what Melvin was going on about. Maybe about the dead girlfriend he'd heard of on Twitter. It was all way out of his league of knowledge. Not his place. But at the same time, he had property to defend. Defending is what a Moon did best. "I know you're upset, and I'm sorry. Let's just put the axe down and have ourselves a drink okay? My treat!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:39 pm
"So what? He's always pissing me off. I can't get pissed off too. Why won't people let me get pissed off? It's all NO don't be a b***h! Nooo don't do this! Then everyone else does it and doesn't through a ******** fuss at all!"
He glared at the door, and Dylon moved a little closer - but not in front of the axe.
The offer was a nice one, and a drink sounded nice. Drinking always sounded nice these days.
Melvin still held the axe, frowning at the door. "....but I'm still angry." He looked to Dylon. "And he's not."
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:44 pm
"I'm sorry, Melvin," He told him sincerely. "I'm sorry you're angry, and I'm sorry he hurt you. Come on..." He again tried to ease the axe out of Melvin's grasp. "Screw Rep. Don't dive to his level of juvenile delinquency. You can do better." It was no longer about saving the bar so he could pick up girls. He just wanted to fix something. Fix a problem. Heal a hurt soul.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 7:06 pm
He didn't let go of the axe, not yet when it felt like an item that could give him the strength and security he lacked at the moment, but he did lower it slowly and stared at the door.
"I'm angry and he's ******** around online. I mean...we were friends....right?" He looked to Dylon, but the man didn't know. He knew that.
He looked back at the door.
"It's like, he just gets over people so easily. He got over her." He gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Got over me."
And Melvin still was left here, trying to figure out how to help Rin on his own without his best friend's help and with that sort of blind betrayal that hurt him inside.
"I hate him for that."
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 7:40 pm
"The...." Dylon bit his lip. There was no magic words to help Melvin. He just wanted something to ease his pain. Calm him down just a little bit more. "People... can suck. They're complicated. Sometimes petty. Sometimes mean." But Melvin was an adult. He knew this already. "There are better things to do than try and hurt someone just because they hurt you. You won't feel better, okay? If you did feel better after hurting him or trashing his stuff? Well, that's just bad karma. Let's just.. talk it out. Have a few drinks." "Friendships end, sometimes. But if he's moving on? Why don't you do the same, eh?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 3:15 am
He still held the axe, looking at Dylon.
He didn't want to just shrug his shoulders off and forget everything. He didn't want to admit to a man he barely knew that just walking off from an important friendship was difficult enough, but without it he felt he had none was even worse. He wasn't Rep, who could easily shake off a friendship and collect one as easily as he collected lice. He wasn't that type of person.
"I think I'd feel better." He grumbled, looking at the door and the cracks he made.
His eyes then went higher up the door and then back to Dylon. "I don't think breaking a bar door is grounds for me to enjoy a drink inside it. Kinda bitchy to do that." He already looked bad enough to everyone.
"Even if people say it's everyone else's, it's still Rep's bar to me." Rep had thought it up, picked the place, picked the counter and pieces and the door, and had be happy when Melvin went to help fix it up. He also didn't want to run into Harrison either right now.
Thing was, he wanted to drink, but his own stash was getting low. "I'll...find someone who has liquor somewhere else I guess." He checked his watch and sighed. "...a little late to be hitting people up for that."
Twitter was out too.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 5:51 pm
"I could slip in and get you something?" Dylon offered hopefully, letting go of Melvin ever so slowly. "Just.... no property damage while I'm gone." "Or I guess... no more property damage.."
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 7:44 am
He wanted to say no, but a drink sounded good. "I'll pay you back." He said as a admission that maybe a sip wasn't too bad at the moment.
"I'm going to ....sit over there. Away from the door....in case more people like you show up." He lowered the axe and dragged it beside him to find a spot to sit beside a darkened building that neighbored the bar.
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